Gert Strydom was born in 1964 in Johannesburg, South Africa. He matriculated at Estcourt High School after which he obtained a Bachelor of Business Administration degree (B.B.A.) at Andrews University (Berrien Springs, Michigan, U.S.A.) and apart from being a poet and writer he is an accountant by profession.
He was called up for compulsory national service in the South African defence force (SADF) for a period of two years during the time of the South African border / bush war and while following his profession was called up for several compulsory camps for several months as a member of the South African Citizen’s force and did partake in the National Colours Parade and ... more »
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Gert Strydom Poems
Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henl...
While the night stretch black over me and in the dark sky I see countless lights burning high, I thank the God that made me free
Satellite observe mist cloud unexpectedly reactor flaming.
But Then I Met You
Once I loved a girl, who left me for another man and that deceit
Angel Of The Morning Light
Angel of the morning light, the sun is up and the sun is bright and still I see you sleep
I A sailor on a yacht upon the wide ocean
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I read the entry line above your poem and know that true soldiers live on sometimes as legends of a place and time,
South Africa Is Also My Country
From my birth South Africa is my own country and my people can flee to an island but my own culture and language stays holy although this place is not safe,
Gentling A Wildcat
The yellowish-red of the caracal blended like natural camouflage into the yellow-brown winter grass and when it moved its head,
To Me You Are The Most Beautiful Woman
How can I catch in a single poem the scenery that I see in your eyes, the light that radiates in them, the starry look that they radiate?
Nightmares (English Sonnet)
There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams which you want to avoid, to be waking, when in your ears you hear your own screams, while your body, mind and soul is aching
I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning) I love you with feelings that are true and right, as our relationship has come with Godly grace, I do love you through every day and night,
An Abandoned Bundle (In Answer To Mbuyi...
In a chilling world where man is nothing more than a mere animal it may be true
Haiku’s Of Love
When the small death folds around us, both of us sweat and die together
It Was The Way You Were (Terzanelle)
It was the way you were, Woman, your beauty, your laughter, your smile distinguished you from every other human
Invictus (A Reply To William Ernest Henley)
While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.
In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things
and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.
[References: Invictus by William Ernest ...